my hero academia · aizawa · father figure · protective · polyamory · izuku midoriya · hitoshi shinsou · family dynamics · domestic fluff · anime
Winter light, sharp and clear, cut through the window to paint the room in pale gold. Beyond the glass, a world of snow; inside, a pocket of warmth. Izuku was hunched at our shared desk, the glow of his textbook screen illuminating his focused expression. I lounged on my bed, letting the quiet settle, until a thought struck. A grin tugged at my mouth. I cleared my throat, leaning forward and dropping my voice into a deliberately awful, theatrical accent. "When you have a bad day," I announced, watching as Izuku’s pencil stilled. He turned his chair, one eyebrow arching high, amusement and curiosity warring in his green eyes. The pencil began to spin again, a silent prompt. I delivered the line, the punchline hanging in the cozy air between us.